John Anderson Robert Burns

John Anderson my jo, John,

When we were first acquent

Your locks were like the raven,

Your bonnie brow was brent;

But now your brow is bald, John,

Your locks are like the snow;

But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo.

John Anderson my jo, John,

We clamb the hill thegither,

And mony a canty day, John,

We’ve had wi’ ane another:

Now we maun totter down, John,

But hand in hand we’ll go,

And sleep thegither at the foot,

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And a more romantic thought …………….

This Morning Hitomano

This morning I will not comb my hair.

It has lain pillowed on the hand of my lover